He's Just a Janitor

He's Just a Janitor

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It was my first year of university when I saw him for the first time, he was swiftly mopping the entrance of the dorm. I was heading to my 8:30 introduction to criminology class and I had almost bumped into him. We made brief eye contact, he really paid no attention to me, mumbled a quick good morning, and kept on with his work. With a high-pitched good morning, I continued, thinking about his intimidating demeanor, the way it felt like his dead brown eyes stared right into my very soul. At this moment in time, I didn't think that he'd make such a big impact on my life, but I guess we never really know do we. Peach is just trying to live her life, trying to find a boyfriend and get through university in one piece. Then she stumbles across Milles, the janitor working at her dorm. His intense gaze always piercing through whoever he see's. His intimidation tactics intrigues Peach, he has such a dominating aura. But he always seems to be in the same place as peach, she tends to always be running into him without trying. She doesn't believe someone as hot as the janitor could be interested in her and all her curves.
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